Semua Bab Her Body, His Signature (A CEO's X Deal): Bab 21 - Bab 30

(Sebastian's POV) The night was heavy with rain as I pulled up in front of Vanessa’s sleek townhouse. The city’s lights blurred through the drops on my windshield, mirroring the storm inside me. She had crossed a line by touching Ocean — by trying to buy her away. I stepped out, coat collar turned up, and knocked once. The door opened before I could press the bell. Vanessa stood there, flawless as always, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of something — surprise, amusement, or maybe a hint of fear. “Well, well, Sebastian Velez. To what do I owe the displeasure?” she said, voice cool, too practiced. I didn’t bother with pleasantries. “You’re done. Stay away from Ocean.” She smiled, dangerous and knowing. “Ocean's choice, not mine. But you should be careful. She’s slippery.” “I’m not worried about her.” My voice dropped. “I’m worried about you. One more move like this, and it won’t just be words.” Her gaze sharpened. “You think you can threaten me?” I stepped inside, close enough

(Ocean’s POV) The phone vibrated on the marble countertop, dragging me from the haze of sleep. I groaned, reaching for it blindly, only to freeze when I saw the name flashing on the screen: Sebastian . I hesitated. Weren’t we supposed to have a quiet morning? Just us, nothing pressing except the lingering heat between us from last night? But the urgency in his texts—three short, clipped messages back-to-back—made my pulse spike: “Vanessa is at the gallery.” “Call me. Now.” “Don’t try to handle this alone.” I didn’t need a second invitation. Pulling on my coat and slipping into boots, I practically flew down the elevator, heart hammering. Sebastian was already waiting in the lobby when I arrived. The instant I saw him, all my nerves melted into the magnetic storm that always surrounded him. His coat was open, tie loosened, and eyes—dark, dangerous, relentless—locked on mine. “You saw her?” His voice was low, but the sharp edge cut through the hum of the building. “Yes,” I admitted

(Sebastian 's POV) The city was a blur as I drove, the rain slick streets reflecting neon like shards of broken glass. Vanessa had overstepped. Adrian had dared to flirt. And now, both had the audacity to think they could challenge me for her attention—or worse, her trust. I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. Every fiber of me burned with a singular obsession: Ocean. She wasn’t just the woman I wanted. She was the woman I needed. And anyone who came near her without my consent would pay—severely. When I arrived at Vanessa’s office tower, I didn’t wait for her to notice me. I pushed the glass doors open, the security guards barely daring to stop me. Her polished smile faltered when she saw me step inside, coat dripping with rain, hair plastered to my face in a way that only made me look more dangerous. “Sebastian Velez,” she said, feigning composure. “You really shouldn’t—” “Shouldn’t what?” I cut her off, voice low, deliberate, sharp. “Touch her. Speak

The storm outside mirrored the chaos inside me. Vanessa and Adrian had crossed lines they could never recover from. And Ocean… she was mine. Every thought, every breath, every pulse of hers belonged to me, and I would stop at nothing to make sure the world knew it.I stalked through the streets, the sleek black car, a blur in the rain-slicked city. My mind was a blade, sharpened on obsession, honed by desire. Every fiber of me burned for her, and every threat to her ignited a fire I could barely contain.When we arrived at Vanessa’s private estate, I didn’t hesitate. Security cameras? Guards? Irrelevant. I had only one focus: claim what was mine. Adrian had already arrived, smirking like he owned the world—but he didn’t own her.“You shouldn’t be here,” he said smoothly, voice tinged with false confidence.“You’re wrong,” I growled, stepping forward until the distance between us vanished. “She belongs to me. And you… you will learn exactly what that means if you ever think about touchi

(Sebastian s POV, switching to Ocean’s intertwined perspective)The moment I received word that Vanessa and Adrian had moved their meeting to a private lounge, something inside me snapped.They think they can touch her. They think they can manipulate this situation. They think they can play with her life and my world.They were wrong.By the time I arrived, the lounge was dimly lit, sleek, and modern — the perfect hunting ground for predators who didn’t know what was coming. Vanessa was already there, smirking at Adrian as though the world belonged to them.It did not.I stepped inside, each movement deliberate, controlled. The room seemed to constrict around me as my gaze landed on her. Vanessa’s smirk faltered instantly, replaced by a flicker of fear. Adrian’s confident posture stiffened.“Sebastian Velez” Vanessa said, voice trembling despite her effort to remain composed. “What a… surprise.”I let my eyes travel slowly over her, cold and calculating. “You’ve been asking a lot of qu